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I am sorry you have him on your hands. He quite mistakes his province: an adventurer should come hither; this is the soil for mobs and patriots; it is the country of the world to make one's fortune: with parts never so scanty, one's dullness is not discovered, nor one's dishonesty, till one obtains the post one wanted—and then, if they do come to light—why, one slinks into one's green velvet bag3, and lies so snug! I don't approve of your hinting at the falsehoods of Stosch's intelligence4; nobody regards it but the King; it pleases him—e T)asta.
I was not in the House at Vernon's frantic speech; but I know he made it, and have heard him pronounce several such: but he has worn out even laughter, and did not make impression enough on me to remember till the next post that he had spoken.
I gave your brother the translated paper; he will take care of it. Ceretesi is gone to Flanders with Lord Holder-ness. Poor creature! he was reduced, before he went, to borrow five guineas of Sir Francis Dashwood. How will he ever scramble back to Florence ?
We are likely at last to have no Opera next year: Handel has had a palsy, and can't compose; and the Duke of Dorset has set himself strenuously to oppose it, as Lord Middlesex is the impresario, and must ruin the house of Sackville by a course of these follies. Besides what he will lose this year, he has not paid his share to the losses of the last; and yet is singly undertaking another for next season, with the
8 The Secretaries of State and Lord Treasurer carry their papers in a green velvet bag. Wed/pole.
* Stosch used to pretend to send over an exact journal of the life of the Pretender and his sons, though
he had been sent out of Rome at the Pretender's request, and must have had very bad or no intelligence of •what passed in that family. Wai-pole.